I remember the moment
I first saw you.
You were walking tall
With a smirk on your face
I was only 18 then,
But of you, I wanted a taste
A taste of your touch
The feel of your hands roaming
My skin.
I yearned for your attention
Just a little look.
You had a wife then.
She was a witch
But you cheated on her
With a barbie bitch.
You started messing with me.
I thought I was special.
You took care of me
Like we were meant to be
You treated my family
Like your own
Though your mother forced you
To marry another soul.
You planted your seed in me
Aliston was the outcome
It took a while for you to see
I was the right one.
You married Natalie
Then I fled.
You chased me
You searched
And showed me that we're
Meant to be.
None of this would have happened.
If I wasn't your maid.
If I wasn't cleaning floors
For my family's sake.
If I wasn't dusting,
Your billion dollar China
If I hadn't let you
Into my vagina.
If you had just let me be
And didn't run after me
When I flee.
If you allowed me
To pursue my own life
If you hadn't made me your
God forsaken wife!
I wouldn't be here,
Standing at the door.
Wishing that I could die
A little more.
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The Billionaire's Maid
Poetry~A love that'll never fade, though obstacles occur, for the billionaire's maid is quite obscure.~ Join Ruth in this romantic poetry, as she tries to make ends meet for her mother and climbs her way to take what's rightfully hers. Alistair. The man...
